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Toby was a soul who had such a calming presence. Petting his silky soft fur could calm me no matter what had tried to darken my day. His fluffy tail would always curl over his back toward the left until his old joints didn’t allow it anymore.

He would want you pet him for hours, but please don’t hug him or try to pick him up, he liked his personal bubble respected… he was a gentlemen, after all.

Toby now rests in rock urn in the garden where our kids still say “hi” to him and keep his memory alive playing soccer with him when the ball bounces off his rock.

Even though he lived to almost 15 years old, it’s never enough time. He will be forever missed, forever remembered.

Our Fluff-Fluff. Our Tobe-Tobe. We love you

Elizabeth V

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